So yesterday my blog hit the 1,000 visitors mark…that’s very exciting in the blogging world…it’s almost like in the television world when you hit your 100th episode…so, I want to thank everyone for contributing to that magical number!

In fact, there are so many great people that I’m meeting through this blog, I’m almost finding it hard to be really open…If you’ve read the About Me page you know I started this blog to be anonymous and get some stuff out into the open, that normally I wouldn’t air, because I’m not sure how people would take it. Well, I’m starting to make such great connections on my blog, that I have the instinct to not be truly honest and reveal everything that I want to…but I am fighting those urges…this blog will remain open and honest, I figure if people aren’t going to like me knowing what skeletons I have in my closet…well, I’m better off with out them…go find another blog to read…besides, there’s 999 other people reading anyways! 🙂

I’m kind of regretting the intimacy from last night, mainly because I know I can’t take it back. It was almost like, we did that, and now he thinks everything is fine…which it’s not.

It’s 7:45 at night, we got off at 5:30, he said he’d be home shortly, that he wasn’t going any where besides home. He called at 6:50 to tell me he was on his way home. We live about 10 minutes from work…I hate when he does that. I don’t care if he goes somewhere else to hang out… just have the common courtesy to call…looks like he’s going to have another cold dinner.

I just, I don’t know…I’m regretting last night. He said he wanted to make things work. I’m trying to believe that, but then he does stupid stuff like not call….makes me wonder. But then other moments, he makes me feel like I am the only thing on earth he cares about.

I must be giving everyone a very bad view of this relationship. Unfortunately, I started this blog right before all of this happened, otherwise, you’d think we were a great couple. Everyone around us does. Of course, they don’t know everything. They see what they want to see…I guess we all do.

I’ve just finally found someone who supports me, and loves me. He encourages my crazy ideas, and helps me however he can. All I have to do is say I need or want something, and it’s mine. He’s the first person to accept me for me…or at least most of me…there’s still a lot he doesn’t know about me…lots I’ve hidden, but it’s because in a way, I’m very much ashamed of what I came from. It varies, there are days I’m proud of everything I’ve accomplished, but then there are days where I’m that 7 year old little girl who’s lieing to her teachers because she doesn’t want them to know that she’s growing up in a home that has no running water. It may not have been an ideal place, but it was home. I never got to really have friends over, or have parties, because I was always worried what would happen if someone found out. I spent so much time hiding our lives, that it’s kind of hard to not. It’s second nature to hide it.

A while back, my little brother and I were out to dinner, and he was telling me how he doesn’t mean to lie. He doesn’t want to lie to everyone, but he just can’t stop. That it just comes natural. And he’s right, we spent our entire lives telling people lies, and partially wanting to believe those fantasies ourselves,that we blurred the line between truth and fiction so much, that we’re not even sure where the line is, much less how to get back over it.